It's something I see you wearing more these days, not over your skin, but in your smile: the toll this illness has had on you, a hopeful sadness for your son.
“This isn’t the real you,” she said. “You used to smile as a child.” I know I wish I could be more like him. What I wouldn’t give to be him again.
So this is it. This is the man I grew to be. I somehow thought he would be less of a coward.
The years I spent praying I'd die in my bed.
So this is something I've come to know. I'm afraid to die, but more afraid to change. And I'm sorry, so sorry, I gave you that weight. Could you ever imagine having to bury a son?
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021
Six minutes of beautifully raw melodic hardcore; but that’s all that’s needed to work its effect. An emotional freight-train, it’s imbued with an authentic sense of loss and sadness, which will remind you how to feel again. Tristan